Tinkering with the origins of human life leaves many of us feeling uncertain, at best. Should we really be creating human embryos outside of that space that sits just under a mother’s heart?
Don’t get me wrong – the end result – the person born through this kind of genetic engineering is an unquantifiable good. However the means used is what is in question. As the old saying goes: the end does not justify the means.
In these cases of surrogate motherhood, IVF and the myriad of other reproductive technologies, I wonder whether we are not creating a mine-field of human pain and suffering. Like, for instance, this father who tells a tragic and heart wrenching story of his wife’s choice to “selectively reduce” her pregnancy after three embryos created through IVF implanted successfully in her womb.
My soul carries a new scar. The pain is fresh and keen, and I know that while time might see the pain fade, I will never fully recover from what I’ve seen, and done. For I have failed, intentionally and knowingly, in the first duty of a parent: protecting the lives of two of my children.
Knowledge is not always power. In these matters we have allowed science to usurp the natural processes of our human bodies, and in doing so, have ignored the ability of our fragile hearts to cope with the repercussions. Too many choices, too many demands on ourselves and not enough ability to accept the way things are.by